Thursday, August 07, 2014

August

"The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that  come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn.  But the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with with too much color.

- Natalie Babbit,
Tuck Everlasting